Happiness is knowing yourself,
in the sore bruises, in the held back tears.
Happiness is believing yourself,
in the loneliest spots, the deepest abyss of your fears.
Happiness is accepting yourself,
Your ugly edges, your real side.
Happiness is being yourself,
each day, each moment, with no one beside.
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Happiness is being thyself! Nice poem.. 🙂
Thank you taking up and completing the IBMC challenge. I have enjoyed reading all your prompts.. 🙂
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